*grabs the fish and turns the table on Irish* *grabs a conveniently placed bucket of clam chowder and pours it on Irish* *gives up on the Nutella and throws a kiwi at Mira*
"Nothing is permanent in this wicked world - not even our troubles." ~ Charles Chaplin
*looks around at the chaos, picks up a large can of pop, shakes it, and releases the contents at everyone in a stream of fizzy brown pop*
There are two kinds of folks who sit around thinking about how to kill people: psychopaths and mystery writers. I'm the kind that pays better. ~Rick Castle
I wonder if people felt the freedom in our culture to love louder, if they'd be quicker to say "I miss you" when the absence of someone is felt instead of just thinking it. — soundofmind
